Contrahentes - Connections, a relationship in which a person or thing is linked or associated with something else
Time - the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole
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Sure it is, there's a truth for anything and everything. If you look hard enough.
Chapter two An unwelcoming visit
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November 15th 1963 Same day, a minute later
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FIVE ANDHIS NEW TRAVELING companion arrived at the top of the stairs of the building labeled "Morty's".
Two doors stood proudly, one with a window and blinds that shielded the inside from the out, the words Mortimer Gussmen D.D.S printed faintly on it. Beside that door stood a normal oak wooded one. Five tried peering through the glass but the blinds blocked his view, thus leading to him tapping on it instead, only for the one beside it to open.
A man with short brown hair and an irritated yet scared look on his face opened the door widely, popping out his head he stared at the boy. He hadn't seen the snow white girl for she was left standing on the staircase looking around and observing the non familiar area uncertainly.
"What do you want?" He asked sounding annoyed, his case of the zorros disappeared when he spoke although that didn't mean they were gone completely, he leant his upper half out the door. Looking to see if the supposed child was left unattended. He glanced over the dame not taking her into account.
However she was looking at him now, her purple peepers analysing his appearance. He looked to be a drip but something told her there was more within him, something interesting. His stance and the way his eyes were open and observing the boy in front of him showed he wasn't very moxie but that could also be bum wrap. She shook it off and listened to their conversation.
"Hi I'm selling encyclopaedias for my youth group. I was curious if-." But before the boy could finish his equivocation the door slammed in his face.
Dolores noticed the teen was about to do his spacial jump thing when she placed her hand delicately on his shoulder but her grip was nothing short of strong.
"Let me try." She said firmly. The raven haired boy not bothered to start a rhubarb with the girl grunted and stepped back.
This time the door was knocked on by the broad. The same man as before opened it and was about to remark something until he took the girls appearance in.
He looked her over once more making sure she was real. "Hi I was-" Dolores began, her voice was as soft as the breeze lingering in Dallas that day, yet strong and affirmative showing she was used to socialization. Not in the way one would think either.
"You're... you're Dolores.." this time it was Dolores who cut the sentence short by covering his mouth with her hand. She nervously laughed, aware he was familiar with her.
